The first snow of winter is lightly spread on the roof, walls and ground, like a thin funeral cloth covering the capital.

At the top of the city, a large flag with the word "Shun" rustled in the cold wind.

However, the huge capital city is not quiet in the cold wind.

Groups of rebels walked through the streets. If they found a house, they would break in. Soon, there were sounds of crying and women's screams begging for mercy.

After a while, they left quickly carrying large and small bags.

The blood stains that had no time to be wiped dripped down the sharp knife onto the snow on the edge of the door, leaving little spots of bright red.

In the huge capital city, cries and screams could be heard endlessly, frightening the sparrows who got up early to look for food and had nowhere to stay.

However, the howling in the streets and alleys was not as good as Zhaoji Wanyi.

After the intruders entered the city, they continued the tradition of robbing and asking for "donations of silver". At this moment, more than a thousand dignitaries and wealthy businessmen were crowded like sardines in the prison of Zhao Prison.

It ranges from being deprived of water and food to being tortured severely.

The screams passed through the deep prison passages and reached the ground, which was terrifying.

The huge capital city was shivering and silent in the slightly bloody cold wind.

The slightest noise at the door can trigger extreme fear and trembling in the people.

Countless people begged God, their ancestors, and immortals, and prayed that the rebels would never kick down their own doors.

At the pier outside the city, the originally bustling shopping street was deserted, with the doors tightly closed. Occasionally, three or two groups of people would flash by like thieves, like ghosts.

The scene was unprecedentedly desolate, even when Brother Archie raided the capital, it was not like this.

However, at the main street of the dock, there was a young man walking on the street with his hands behind his back. He was wearing sackcloth and had a look of helplessness on his face.

It was Qin He who had just woken up.

The Dongcheng corpse crematorium was not on fire, and his injuries were still a little bit worse, so it took longer than expected.

The reason for waking up was the overwhelming prayers and thoughts, which made it impossible to fall asleep.

As soon as you close your eyes and open them, the world changes dramatically.

Qin He knew that Dali was going to be over, but he didn't expect it to be over so quickly.

In less than four months, the Chuang army encircled the city from both sides and reached the capital from Shaanxi and Gansu.

This is the result of the extremely weak Golden Dragon of Luck and the sudden outbreak of all crises.

Luck and luck have revealed everything.

"Don't run~"

At this moment, a shout came from far away.

Qin He looked up and saw three rebels armed with sharp knives chasing a young man.

The young man was dressed in ragged clothes and carrying something in his arms. He was running barefoot on the snow at a very fast speed.

He looked back at the pursuer from time to time. His face was either frightened or frozen, and there was no trace of blood in his face. When he passed by Qin He, he bumped into him and stumbled to the ground.

Qin He saw what he was carrying in his arms at this time, two white-faced steamed buns.

Because I grabbed it too hard, my finger prints were deeply sunken, leaving ten gray marks.

The young man did not dare to stay, so he stood up quickly, grabbed the buns on the ground and continued running away.

The three rebels quickly caught up, shouting curses such as "hack this little thief to death" and "kill him".

Qin He hesitated for a moment, took a step across, and blocked the middle of the road.

The three rebels stopped in a hurry, looked Qin He up and down, and cursed: "What part of you are you? Good dogs don't block the way. Get out of here!"

"Let's go, little thief, I want you to look good."

"We are General Liu's people, get out!"

As he spoke, he clearly regarded Qin He as a rebel.

At this time, the only people who dared to walk on the streets with their heads held high were the rebels. The common people didn't even dare to go out to defecate, let alone take to the streets.

"Good dog?"

Qin He smiled slightly and said, "No problem."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and gently caressed the three of them.

Then something shocking happened.

The three rebel generals threw away the sharp knives in their hands, squatted on the ground and started barking like dogs.

"Woof woof woof~"

"Woof~woof~"

"Woof woof~ woof woof~"

The faces of the three volunteers were excited and their eyes were shining. If there were any experts here, they would definitely be shocked.

This is an extremely sophisticated dream art, and the face of the person who performs it does not look dull or stiff at all.

When Qin He saw this, he turned around and left.

Behind them, the three rebels twitched their noses and quickly crawled towards the corner not far away.

There, there was a bubble of stuff emitting a "dog-attracting" smell.

…

On the western outskirts of the pier, at the entrance of an abandoned house.

After Hou Xiaoliu repeatedly confirmed that the pursuers had not followed him, he turned around and ran into the house, knocking on the door of a wing that had not yet collapsed.

The door opened, and standing behind the door was an unkempt little girl, about the same age as Hou Xiaoliu, with a face that was purple with cold.

"Look what I brought back." Hou Xiaoliu took out the steamed buns in his arms like a treasure, and there was still a little steam on them.

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately when she saw the steamed buns. She snatched a piece from Hou Xiaoliu's hand and wolfed it down. She was obviously hungry.

After three or two strokes, she finished a piece of steamed bun.

Hou Xiaoliu handed over the second piece and said: "Eat slowly, there is more."

The little girl took it, opened her mouth and was about to bite it, but stopped, looking at Hou Xiaoliu blankly with her bright eyes.

Hou Xiaoliu patted his belly quickly and said with a smile: "I've already eaten it, it's all yours." ωωw.

"Thank you." The little girl's voice was like a mosquito, and she lowered her head and continued to devour.

"Don't come out. It's still very messy outside. I'll go out for a walk." Hou Xiaoliu licked his chapped lips and said, after the girl closed the door, she returned to the street.

"You don't have anything to eat yourself, but you still care about others?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind Hou Xiaoliu.

Hou Xiaoliu was so frightened that he pressed his body against the wall because he had just turned around to make sure there was no one behind him, and the sound sounded like a ghost.

Taking a closer look, he saw that the man was wearing rough hemp clothes and his back was straight.

He recognized this man. He was the master who held a big iron pot and gave him half of his silver when they met.

"Master, I...I didn't steal any money." Hou Xiaoliu said instinctively. He didn't dare to run because this man was so elusive.

"I don't need your money. I happened to meet you and wanted to chat with you." Qin He crossed his hands on his chest and asked carefully, "Who are you, that little girl?"

"That's the daughter of my benefactor. A few days ago, there was a rebellion at home. The whole family died, but she escaped." Hou Xiaoliu hesitated and said.

"Benefactor?" Qin He was confused.

"Once I was about to starve to death, but her mother gave me a bowl of rice and saved my life," Hou Xiaoliu said.

"So you are repaying a favor?"

"yes."

"You can't even protect yourself, can you take care of yourself?"

"I...I don't know." Hou Xiaoliu shook his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Qin He was speechless and said: "You are just a beggar. You are penniless but you still want to help others. Are you stupid?"

Hou Xiaoliu said nothing.

"Then you are either beaten or running away every day. You have survived until now because of your fate. Do you hate this world?" Qin He looked at the old and new injuries that could be seen stacked up everywhere on Hou Xiaoliu's body and asked again.

Hou Xiaoliu nodded blankly, paused, and then shook his head.

"How to say?"

Hou Xiaoliu lowered his head and whispered: "I am a thief, and it is natural for thieves to be beaten."

Qin He looked up at the sky, breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands and said, "Okay, you can go."

Hou Xiaoliu felt like he was being pardoned, and after confirming that Qin He was indeed not asking for money from him, he turned around and left in three steps.

Qin He watched him go away, stretched out his finger and was about to click on it, but suddenly paused.
Chapter completed!